Roadside

I said I wanted to take

every poem you've ever spat and

make a proper sacrifice and you said

what?

So I said okay I’m going

to turn all the way around three-sixty

and hope to be all alone and again you said

what?

So I showed you that dead deer that really

could have been sleeping if not for

its neck at that awful angle

I said you see that deer? That deer is you and now

don’t give me that look but you see those buzzards

yes? Wow they’re staring so lovingly

I said no don’t say a word just look at those birds

those stupid birds. You’re a dead deer don’t cry

but they love you very much and this time you didn't say

what